They arrived at reception where Keith was standing at the desk, his face anxious.
“What’s the problem?” Angel said, arranging her face into a pleasant smile. It would do no good to assume the worst immediately.
“Mr. Smith’s credit card has been declined,” Shannon explained.
Angel hated these problems, especially when the client had already the pleasure, and then pay later. It never seemed to matter how well the client was known and trusted, they might still try to pull a fast one.
“Do you have another card, Mr. Smith?” Angel asked politely.
He shook his head agitatedly. “That’s the only one I can use here,” he said, almost in tears. “My wife doesn’t know I have that. The others are all joint ones and she’d question any payments.”
Angel regarded him with sympathy. Keith’s tastes ran to a variety of pleasure he felt his wife would not approve of. He managed to scrape together enough money once a month or so to come here and indulge himself.
“I’ve got the cash in the bank account,” he was saying. “If you can wait until Monday, I can go in and draw it out in person and try to find out why my credit card is being declined.”
“Is there anything you can leave us for surety?” Angel said.
He thought for a moment then shook his head. “Look,” he pleaded. “You’ve got my address and telephone number in your records. If I don’t come back and give you the money on Monday, you could make my life hell. One phone call and you could end my marriage. Please, will you just trust that I’ll come back? Not only that, if I don’t pay you, you’ll block me, and I’ll never be able to come here again. I have every incentive to come back with the money.”
Angel noticed Dan standing at the top of the stairs. Her heart started skipping beats. She smiled at him while he came down the large winding staircase.
“Very well,” Angel said, surprising herself and the receptionists by the looks on their faces. “I’ll trust you to come back. But you’re right, if you don’t pay me, I will ring your wife and tell her everything, and you will be barred from Desires forever!” She glared at him.
“Oh thank you, Angel, thank you! I promise I’ll come back!” Angel turned away almost before he had finished speaking, making her way down the corridor to her office, not needing to turn around to know Dan was following her.
Angel opened the door. She stepped in, leaving the door open for him. Her entire body ached as she made her way to her bedroom. She heard the office door closing.
She turned around as he came in through the bedroom door. She unbuttoned her jacket, slipped off her skirt and yanked off her bra, standing stark naked but for her stockings and suspenders in front of him while he leaned against the bedroom door watching her. She stood gazing at him. He looked irresistible. “I want you,” she told him.
“Really,” he replied, looking cool. He walked slowly up to her and stopped directly in front of her. He stared into her eyes and she had to stop herself from throwing herself at him. He suddenly dropped to the floor and buried his face in her crotch, inhaling deeply. Her hands dropped to his head, and she felt his tongue licking her smooth, freshly-waxed mound, just lapping at the outside of her triangle. He pushed his tongue as far as it would go between her held-together thighs, then pulled it back in one long lick, finishing by just dipping the tip of his tongue into the top of her cleft. She gasped as he widened her legs, dipping his tongue into her labia.
Angel lifted one leg and rested her foot on the bed. She opened her outer labia while he glided his tongue over her clitoris, sending her quivering with delight. She grabbed hold of his hair then cupped his face, lifting it up to look at her. She moved her hands to his arms, tugging at his biceps, wanting him to stand up. He rose, standing before her. Hunger flooded through her body and she pressed her lips on his, tasting herself on him. She dipped her tongue in his mouth and Dan responded. They rolled their tongues around each other, curling and twisting. A brief flash came into her head of him and Stacie kissing, touching, fucking…
She pushed him away. “Strip and get on my bed,” she commanded.
Angel watched him take off his clothes revealing his lean body. His trunks clung to his cock, already hard and straining through the thin material. Angel watched him pull them down, squeezing her inner vaginal muscles.
Angel seductively licked her lips as she admired his neat sexy bottom. He climbed on the bed, remaining on his knees just long enough for her to admire his rear before he turned around and lay down on his back. Angel watched his cock bouncing, fully erect. She rolled her tongue over her lips, inserting her middle finger in her mouth, eager to indulge.
Dan took a firm hold of his cock, holding it upright, his eyes inviting her. She clasped hold of her breasts, pushing them together and running her fingers over her nipples. She climbed onto the bed, moving up alongside his body. She took hold of his cock and gathered up saliva in her mouth which she spat into her hand, lubricating her palms well before lacing her fingers together and enclosing his cock between her hands. She tightened them together and rubbed them hard up and down his cock, leaning over to lick the tip every time it emerged from the cocoon of her fingers. As she felt the lubrication begin to dissipate, she leaned over and took him fully into her mouth, opening her throat and taking him as far in as he could go. She’d discovered some years ago that she had no gag reflex, which meant she was fantastic at deep-throating. She could never become bulimic, but men loved it.
Angel listened to him enjoying the moment, as she slid her lips up and down his full length. His hands fumbled for her, grabbing at her tits.
Not relinquishing her claim on his cock, she climbed on top of him lowering her pussy onto his face, feeling Dan dive in, licking and sucking on her cunt as she sucked him.
Dan inserted his fingers hard in her pussy as she took just the end of his cock in her mouth, forcing her tongue into the little hole at the end, relishing the whinny of pleasure she heard from his mouth. Taking a break for a second, Angel wanked him hard as she wiped the spit which had gathered at the corners of her mouth. She leaned forward, pushing her boobs together and placing his dick between so he could titty-fuck her. Dan took hold of her breasts, making sure he stayed between them, sliding his dick up and down. “Fuck those tits…fuck them good,” she said, hearing him moaning with pleasure.
She felt Dan’s tongue licking her pussy as she moved back, giving his cock the attention she knew it craved. Angel felt him slide down her throat, using her hand to toy with his taut balls. Beneath her, he began to thrust hard. Angel recognized the business-like rhythm. That wasn't his “I’m having fun here” rhythm, that was his “I’m getting ready to come” rhythm. She slid off him, smiling as she sensed his disappointment.
“I really want to fuck you,” she told him, turning to face him.
“Then sit on my cock, bitch!”
Angel smiled. Dan knew she loved the dirty talk. She straddled him, lowering her body back on his cock, feeling it filling her. She leaned back, thrusting her pelvis up and down.
“Fuck me!” she commanded him. He grabbed her breasts, squeezing them together. Angel plunged up and down on his cock, taking him quicker and faster, burying him within her, making sure he hit her most sensitive spot every time. She broke into a sweat, arousal built within her. The constant pounding from his cock end hitting her G-spot was unbearable, and when his fingers began to rub her clitoris, she threw her head back and howled her climax to the ceiling.
She shuddered over and over as aftershocks gripped her body, finally sagging over his chest, supporting herself on her hands.
“My turn now, bitch. Get on your knees.”
Angel obeyed, climbing off Dan’s still hard cock to turn over onto all fours. Dan moved onto his knees. He came up from behind and used his hands to spread her legs wide apart. He slapped her bottom and then bent to lick her dripping pussy, ramming his fingers into her sopping hole.
“Suck my fingers!” he ordered, bringing them
round to her mouth and shoving them between her lips. Angel sucked, tasting herself on his fingers. As she sucked her juices off him, he shoved his cock hard and deep inside her.
Angel cried out with pure delight, her breasts swung back and forth as he thrust into her with abandon. His hands moved to cup her breasts as they swung below her. She turned her head to look back at Dan, and watched him as he penetrated her, hitting her G-spot with every thrust. Angel felt another orgasm building.
“Oh yes, oh God that feels good,” she screamed out, breathless.
“Do you like my cock slamming into you like that?” he said in an aggressive voice. “Do you like it when I fuck you, bitch?”
“Fucking yes,” she gasped out. “Fuck me harder!”
With one hand he squeezed her breast so hard, sharp stabs of wonderful pain shot through her, seeming to connect directly to her core. With the other he rubbed her still-throbbing clit, instantly rekindling her climax. She pushed back into him, losing herself in the sensations as she groaned deeply, her body shuddering with pleasure. Dan pulled out of her and dropped back on the bed, lying down on his side. She rolled over and lay on her back, spreading her legs wide. Dan needed no further instruction, moving on top of her, submerging his cock in her pussy. Angel looked at his face, frowning with intense concentration.
Then she squeezed her eyes shut, grabbing handfuls of the duvet as he went to work on her once more, pounding her tender tissues. “Oh fuck me…yes!” She grabbed her breasts squeezing them tightly together. Dan clutched the bedrail behind her for support as he rammed into her with all the force he could muster, thrusting her up the bed with every stroke. His other hand came down and pinched her nipple. Flashes went off behind Angel’s tightly-closed eyes as waves of juddering pleasure shook her once more. Her whole body erupted and quivered with ecstasy. He pulled out as she relaxed into the bed.
“Where do you want me to ejaculate?” he asked her.
“On my tits.”
He moved his body up hers, straddling her stomach and aiming his cock at her magnificent breasts. He began to rub his hand up and down his penis as Angel watched, pushing her breasts together. His face contorted in what almost looked like a growl as his movements became faster and more urgent, then his white cream squirted out from the end, landing on her breasts in thick gooey strands, dribbling down between her cleavage toward her neck, where it pooled in the hollow between her collarbones.
She looked up at him, enjoying the satiated look on his face, hearing him catch his breath. He quickly got off the bed, heading for the en-suite and coming back with a bunched up handful of toilet paper. He dabbed at his cum, wiping off the worst of it and discarding the tissue in the bin by Angel’s bed.
“Was that okay?” he asked, getting back on the bed and lying down on his side next to her, propping his head on his elbow and facing her.
“It was okay,” she answered. She couldn’t let him think he was amazing. She couldn’t stand big-headed men. And maybe next time, he might do better if he thought he was merely okay.
“How was she, then?” she asked, wondering how he had got on with the gorgeous Stacie.
“Who?”
“Don’t play games, Dan,” she told him, climbing off the bed and headed to her en-suite to clean away the rest of his ejaculation from her chest.
“You mean Stacie?” he said, his voice carrying easily from the bedroom.
“Yes, of course I mean Stacie, who the hell do you think I meant?”
“You.”
“Funny, don’t get smart,” she told him, coming out of the bathroom and into the room. Dan sat up on the bed, his penis limp and leaking. “Well?”
“She was all right.”
“What did you do with her?”
“Fucked her,” he answered. Angel’s heart lurched. He fucked her? Already? She covered her confusion with a glare and was unaccountably relieved when he said, “Just joking…okay, I just got her playing with her breasts.”
“And?”
“And what? You said to take it slowly. Not only that, but she’s shy and I figured I needed to respect her.”
“Yes, well…” she paused and pulled out a black dress from her wardrobe. “Just you make sure you don’t get attached.”
“And why the hell would I do that? Would it make you jealous?”
“Don’t be bloody stupid, Dan, just teach her to fuck herself.” Angel put on her bra and stepped into the black dress, settling it on her body. “Zip me up,” she commanded, turning her back to him.
He obeyed, “Although, I must admit she is one of the better-looking clients you have given me, how come? I normally get the unattractive ones,” he said. She turned back to look at him, seeing him staring oddly at her.
“And what the hell are you trying to say?” she said, feeling the pit of her stomach churning.
“Nothing. Nothing at all,” Dan said, shaking his head.
Of course Angel always gave him the ugly clients. She couldn’t have him fancying anyone else, could she? But she’d never admit that to him. She’d slipped up big time, this time. She’d never imagined Stacie was so beautiful when she’d decided to put them together.
“Well I have to head back, check everything is running smoothly,” she told him, sitting at her dressing table to touch up her makeup. “What are you going to do?”
“Nothing, why? You got something planned for me?” he asked, as she applied her lipstick.
She blotted her lips then said, “Not sure, I know Robert and Emma were interested in you earlier.”
He shrugged. “Whatever, or I could stay here and keep the bed warm for you later.” Angel turned around, looking at him. She went weak at the knees, feeling his answer was a very good answer. She turned back to the mirror and ran a brush through her hair until it shone.
“Whatever, you do as you please,” she told him, leaving the decision to him. She had her reputation to keep up after all. She pinned her hair on top of her head, then stood up, slipping her feet into her high heels. She headed for the door, leaving Dan on her bed, allowing herself to look back at him once before leaving the room.
Chapter Two
Angel arrived back at her room in the early hours of the morning. She wasn't sure if Dan had left or not. She hoped he had stayed and kept her bed warm as he promised. She opened the door to the darkened bedroom and saw a breathing lump under the duvet. She tiptoed over, smiling with delight when she saw Dan’s sleeping face on the pillow.
Quietly, she stripped off her black dress, not wishing to disturb him. She briefly debated whether to wake him up and make him have sex with her again, but a yawn shook her and she decided she was too tired. Carefully, Angel climbed into bed next to him, snuggling as close as she could. She felt his warmth easing and calming her. Dan mumbled something and wrapped his arms around her. Angel smiled, and closed her eyes.
* * * *
Angel’s eyes flew open the next morning. She stretched and yawned, then remembered Dan had been lying next to her. The bed had that empty feel to it. She turned over and stared in disappointment at the vacated space beside her. She dropped back on her pillows and was staring up at the ceiling when the bathroom door opened. She turned her head to see Dan emerge out of the en-suite, dripping wet.
“You’re still here,” she said, trying not to show her relief.
“I am, only just,” he told her, as he dried his backside.
“Get your arse in this bed.”
“Why?”
“I would have thought that would be obvious,” she said, pulling the sheet back.
“Is it?” he said, grinning at her and continuing to dry himself.
Angel pulled away the cover even more, revealing her naked slender body, her breasts perked, nipples erect. Dan’s eyes widened. Angel drew up her knees, showing him her pussy.
“I get it,” he said, still towelling, “You need to give your pussy some serious air?”
“Very funny, my pussy isn’t in the mood for air,” sh
e said, glaring at him as he smirked. The office phone rang, the sound clearly emanating through the connecting door.
Great! Impeccable timing. Angel looked at Dan, then looked at the door. She was afraid he would run if she left him. She couldn’t have that. She needed him. But if the call had been routed to her office, it must be important. “You stay put…” she commanded. Still naked, Angel jumped out the bed and ran into her office grabbing the phone.
“Yes,” she snapped.
“A delivery has arrived,” said the voice at the other end.
Angel blew out a breath in annoyance. She always made a point of personally checking deliveries. She stared at her bedroom door trying to make a decision. If she was right, this delivery was quite a large one. It would take them a while to get it off the van. “Tell them to start unloading. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” She slammed the phone down, not giving the person at the other end time to answer, not even sure who she spoke to. She hurried back to Dan.
“I have ten minutes, so make it a quickie,” she told him.
Angel positioned her upper body on the bed, her legs on the floor, her arse sticking up in the air. Dan approached from behind. He slapped her backside hard and Angel shivered with the delicious pain. Dan placed both his hands on her cheeks, widening them, putting her pussy delightfully on display for him. She turned her upper body around so she could see what he was doing. He dropped down, placing his face between her cheeks. He put the tip of his tongue on her entrance, dipping in just slightly, then out again, before seeking entrance once more, like a cat lapping milk. Angel wriggled impatiently. Much as she would have liked to draw this out, she was on a schedule.
Dan stood up and dropped his towel to the floor, revealing his cock, stiff and engorged. He took hold of his penis, running his hand up and down the long shaft. She tensed with excitement as he closed the short distance between them. Angel looked back to the front, her pussy quivering, anticipating the moment. Dan set his cock at her pussy, sliding it up and down her slick tissues, teasing her. She gripped her bottom lip in hunger. Without warning, he sank his manhood deeply into her. She wailed aloud in ecstasy, ashamed of her lack of control in showing Dan how much she enjoyed him.
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